| Song | Low |
| Artist | Darkest Hour |
| Album | Undoing Ruin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It’s white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music’s sake | |
| They say they listen | |
| But never hear a thing | |
| Mass Deception | |
| Illusion Perception | |
| We say they listen | |
| To white noise | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade | |
| The meaning is fleeting | |
| All these egos competing | |
| Searching for an identity | |
| Through a series of misleadings | |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It's white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music's sake | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade? | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It' s white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music' s sake | |
| They say they listen | |
| But never hear a thing | |
| Mass Deception | |
| Illusion Perception | |
| We say they listen | |
| To white noise | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade | |
| The meaning is fleeting | |
| All these egos competing | |
| Searching for an identity | |
| Through a series of misleadings | |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It' s white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music' s sake | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade? | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It' s white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music' s sake | |
| They say they listen | |
| But never hear a thing | |
| Mass Deception | |
| Illusion Perception | |
| We say they listen | |
| To white noise | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade | |
| The meaning is fleeting | |
| All these egos competing | |
| Searching for an identity | |
| Through a series of misleadings | |
| Injected venom | |
| Sucking the life from us | |
| Away for eighty days | |
| It' s white noise | |
| Just white noise | |
| Staying awake for the music' s sake | |
| Can we really be | |
| Really be the only ones | |
| Who see this charade? | |
| Can this really be our time | |
| Are we found to find the line | |
| Disillusion me again |